There was shouting. And tears. And woeful pleas. And pointing-of-fingers.
In short, number four tripped and fell while dragging pooor Kailey by the arm up to bed for the night.
But alas...this travesty is beyond my capabilities as a doctor, mom, toy-fixer-upper.
I think for now we'll have to pronounce her D.E.A.D.
I am not sure she should still be smiling.
Only the experts can resuscitate this one.
For a mere $32 plus tax and S&H.
Sigh.
At least her hair will look nice again when she comes back.
For a day or so.
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